This to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.  What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! With whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth.

Selected Poems